You’d shoot working police dogs? (The cop is the handler, not the owner)
The Catcher in the Rye is an excellent work of fiction.
Telling cranky older people who feel obligated to remark on how fast I’m walking (in contrast to their snail’s pace) that it’s high time they shuffled off to the Soylent Green factory for processing, seems to be unpopular with the target audience.
*no, I haven’t done this yet. But the time is approaching.